How do you find your way through these wild days?
When do you go with the flow?
When do you stand for something more?
When do you accept tradition?
When do you start your own expedition?
Serendipity will not direct the life that’s before me
I will write
I will write my own story
When do we stop and listen?
When do we speak with conviction?
We all need to ask these questions
We all need to have a sense of direction
So we can find our way through these wild days
This dance with serendipity does not define our stories
Chances will come and go, yet we can decide what to hold
Keep holding, dancing, shining, falling and rising
These are wild days
We are finding our way